Melody Overstreet

A Gentle Earthquake

It was a long awaited weekend. Sometimes I long for the simplicity of an early morning on a day off, and think to myself that for this moment, I have arrived. Nothing is drawing me out of bed. The family I dream of growing is not yet here. I am laying in bed under warm sheets, moving my legs across soft flannel comfortably weighted under down while the rain gently falls and nourishes the Earth within and around us. No longing, no anxiety or urgency, just pleasure from what is. Bed offers me a momentary sabbath.